adam eve
let archives cry blood
and poets grieve
a grey fountain washes blood today
a green valley seeks disaster
a filing cabinet is rusting knives
a fire is out just the fireflies
while meditators look for white flowers
in a pink river in an unknown heaven
i blow a kiss to mary brian
i wave a hand at MIke Henderson
I slow a bite on a chinese mite
I say goodbye to to 347
